Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.